Apply the Standard Disclaimers regarding Rysher, Hallmark, et al. This is strictly fun. No profit (even if I could use it) and no pay. A silly idea from something Nance said in chat - so this one's for you, Nance.

Angie pulled the FX van into Brewery Lane. It was good to be home again. She had missed Rollie terribly today, but the doctors had made it very clear that he was to stay out of work at least a week while his leg healed. She smirked as she remembered how the director had dithered yesterday and today. The man had been positive they were going to sue him for neglect or something. He didn't know Rollie Tyler. Not like she knew Rollie Tyler! After all, they'd been married for almost nine months and she'd basically grown up with the man since she'd known him since she was eleven years old. She pretty well knew everything that there was to know about the Aussie. He wouldn't sue. He thought it was just a stupid accident and really that had been all it had been. There had been nothing the director or Rollie or she could have done to prevent it. Things happened and she decided long ago that they tended to happen most often to the Aussie. As she pushed the button to open the garage doors, she wondered what Rollie had done today all by himself. She hoped that he had been good and done as the doctors had told him and stayed off his leg as much as possible. If he hadn't... The thought trailed off. She wanted to make wonderful love with her husband, not fight with him. Still if he'd been doing too much, he would get what for from her!

The blonde expertly parked the van and hopped out. Blue gave a little bark in greeting. She looked around, wondering where Rollie and her cat, Chiops, were. She caught sight of a brown head poking up from behind the sofa back and smiled. As she walked toward her oblivious husband, she heard soft clicking noises. What in the world is Rollie doing now? They didn't sound like her laptop. They didn't sound like any of his tools. She wasn't sure what they sounded like. She walked around to the front of the sofa and froze, her mouth dropping open.

The bowed head lifted and brilliant brown eyes turned into the blonde's direction. "Good day, luv?"

Angie stood there, frozen. Slowly her husband's greeting percolated past her shock. Her mouth closed without an audible snap. (She was pleased she managed that.) "Um, yes, it was fine. Pretty much like we expected." She glided over to the sofa that Rollie was stretched out on, his injured leg propped up by pillows. Chiops was curled up, dozing on some of the available pillow space. Rollie shifted obligingly, making room for his beautiful wife to sit down beside him. Chiops muttered a complaint, then settled back down to his catnap.

Rollie wrapped an arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck happily. It had been boring in the loft without his wonderful wife. Bluey and Chiops weren't as good for company. After all, he couldn't cuddle with them quite the way he could with her.

"Rollie," Angie tried to ignore the sensations going up and down her back at his touch. Oooooh! She grew a silly smile.

"Yes, sweetie?" The handsome Aussie kissed the delicate skin behind her ear.

"What are you doing?"

"Kissing my beautiful wife," Rollie declared as he moved down to another strategic location.

"Yes, I know that," Angie was practically purring now, "I mean what is that?" She pointed at the items lying neglected in his lap.

"Oh, I was knitting," Rollie answered absently as he moved to capture her lips.

Angie's toes curled at that wonderful kiss. She drew away breathless and tried to get her brain back on track. Knitting? Rollie was knitting?!? "I didn't know you could knit." She picked up the two needles and looked at the item her husband was working on.

"My mum taught me." Rollie examined his displayed handiwork with a critical eye.

Angie frowned slightly, her brow puckering in bewilderment. "What is it?"

"It's a jumper," Rollie answered, "you know, a sweater."

Funny looking sweater, Angie thought to herself. It was too small for either of them. The arms were way too short for the length and... She bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Ah, is this a hint?"

"Hint?" Rollie looked at his wife and saw the confusion in her blue eyes, along with the laughter. His eyes crinkled as he smiled. "No, it's a jumper. Here, look at the pattern." He extracted the paper from under Chiops's pillow, earning a glare from the cat. Chiops meowed a complaint and leapt off the couch, looking for somewhere a little more quiet to finish his nap.

Angie looked from Rollie's handiwork to the pattern and back. She had to admit that it fit the pattern he was working from. She turned her attention to the paper, wondering about the details. One brow raised as she found just who, or rather, what the jumper was for. "This is a pattern for fairy penguins."

Rollie nodded affirmative. "Yep."

Angie giggled. "Why would fairy penguins need sweaters?"

"Oh, it's in case of oil spills," Rollie explained softly, turning his attention to the nap of Angie's neck.

"Oil spills?" Angie gaped as if her husband had managed to grow another head.

"Yeah, volunteers put them on the penguins if there's an oil spill. That way they can't preen their feathers and poison themselves with the oil."

"Oh," Angie replied and turned her attention back to the sweater. It had been neatly done, each stitch perfectly in place. She wondered if she could convince Rollie to knit her a sweater. Not like this one though! One day, perhaps soon, there was going to be a FX penguin in the world because Rollie had made his jumper black with their red F and white X logo proudly displayed on the chest.